All Chapters of my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

He dialed. "Diego, where the hell are you?""At school. Why?""Get out, find Isabella, and take her somewhere safe. No questions—just move."Next, he called Oliver. "They never got the shipment, and now they’re threatening Isabella.""Shit," Oliver muttered. "On it. Give me a sec." He checked the GPS. "What the actual fuck?""Where is it, Oliver?""Mexico. Sending the exact location now," Oliver said.He called them back. "Okay, the shipment’s stuck in Mexico. I’m sending coordinates, but our team’s already on it to figure out what’s going on.""Got it. We’ll meet you there." Then they hung up.Amelia shot him a look. "We’re getting too old for this crap."He chuckled. "Tell me about it. I’ve got to go.""I’m coming with you," she said firmly."No way, Amelia. Stay put.""I’ve got your back. This reeks of someone trying to screw you over."He stared at her. "Mi amor, please.""Call the jet, Thiago. And trust my gut. I’ll call my dad to keep an eye on Isabella.""Diego’s already on it,

I need to touch base with my lawyers first. Come by tomorrow evening, and we’ll hash this out. And Juan—putting me on the spot? Not cool, Thiago said.Amelia shot Juan a look. He winked back.This guy’s got a death wish, Amelia thought as she grabbed Isabella’s hand and followed Thiago outside.The drive was silent until Isabella piped up. Dad, I get the deal. Diego walked me through the business stuff. In ten years, it’ll all be totally different, don’t stress.When the hell did this kid get so smart? Thiago muttered. Amelia looked pale. She pulled over, jumped out, and puked on the side of the road. Thiago was right behind her.Mi amor, you alright? Too much going on today?Yeah, she leaned into him. I think I might be pregnant.He laughed. Come on, Amelia, all this time? He dialed his phone. Just come back to the house, okay?He stepped out of the room and returned moments later. “Congrats, Thiago. She’s definitely pregnant,” the doctor said.“How far along?” Thiago asked, running

Isabella pulled the jeep into the driveway, and Jasmine burst out the front door, wrapping her in a tight hug. "The whole house to ourselves, Camilla, Mari, and Laura are already here. Let’s party!" she yelled. The music kicked in as Isabella tossed her backpack to the side and danced over to the group, everyone screaming with excitement. It had been a year since they’d all been together."Puta, sit your ass down and tell us everything about Italy," Jasmine said, handing her a drink.Isabella smirked. "Oh, the Italian guys? Total horn dogs. They just want to get laid all day, every day."The group erupted in laughter, the music still blasting, until Isabella caught the sound of car doors slamming outside. "Jasmine, did you invite anyone else?""Relax, girl, no one else is coming," Jasmine replied, just as the door swung open and masked men stormed in. Isabella grabbed Mari and her backpack, bolting upstairs. She shoved Mari into the bathroom. "Get in the tub and stay quiet," she hisse

First, she flopped onto the bed, his image stuck in her head like a broken record. God, he was hot. All she could picture was him pressed against her. Shit. She shook her head hard. He probably wants someone who knows what they’re doing, not some clueless virgin. He did say he was into sex, after all.Isabella swung the door open and headed downstairs. A maid paused, giving her a curious once-over.“Any idea where I can grab some clothes?”“His sister’s room, come on,” the maid said, leading the way.The room screamed “girl,” or rather, “woman.” Isabella rummaged through the closet, pulling out a pair of shorts and a top.“Thanks,” she said, turning to the maid. “Can I help with anything?”“Oh, no, you’re Airam’s friend. No need.”“Come on, I’m bored,” Isabella insisted, spotting a pair of headphones. “Music?”The maid handed over her phone, and Isabella hooked it up. She ducked into the bathroom, changed into the shorts and T-shirt, and came back out. The maid handed her a dust rag,

Airam reached the top of the stairs got inside the room and found her by the large window. He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with intent. “I want you. Now,” she said, her voice low and urgent. He didn’t hesitate, scooping her up and tossing her onto the bed. She laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made his chest tighten. He stripped quickly, and she helped, though a few pieces of clothing ended up worse for wear. His mouth found hers, hungry and insistent, teasing her until she squirmed beneath him. Then he pushed into her, and Isabella gasped, her back arching. He moved slowly, savoring the way her hands roamed over him, muffling her moans with his kisses. His lips trailed to her breast as she came undone, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, staying deep inside her until they both shuddered with release, again.Later, Isabella lay sprawled across his chest, too spent to move. His hand traced